the last week

it’s the last week of the year

i open my silk scarf

storing in it all my worries and woes

they are yesterday’s news after all

my thoughts climb to the top “our” hill

your laughter still echoes there

the scent of your ginger spiced cologne

continues to entice

opening the scarf

i allow the breeze to fling it all into the universe

into the endless abyss where you now reside

 

yes, it’s the last week of the year

another year

that apparently was not the year

to forget all about you

Reviews

[DIVYA]

We mark the days, weeks and years after our loved ones depart. We try to control when we forget them or how we face their memories and yet it becomes so hopeless an exercise in the face of love. All the contents flung into the universe and still they return to linger, to touch us again and again. So much truth and sadness felt in your words, my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are such a compassionate soul, Divya. Thank you for your kind review. Lydi**

[DIVYA]

You're most welcome, dear Lydi.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Beautifully wrought with a sense of bittersweet loss, I still feel a tinge of hope amid the emotional turmoil. I enjoyed the read. F.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Fabian. Happy New Year to you.. Lydi**

[Tom]

' opening the scarf
i allow the breeze to fling it all into the universe
into the endless abyss where you now reside '

indeed, last week of the year, but yet, ' my thoughts climb to the top “our” hill
your laughter still echoes there'

surreal even obscene, another gone by, but how can you ever expect me to forget??

[Lydia Shutter]

Hmmm....Your review makes me wonder if perhaps I knew you in a former life, Tom! Thank you so much for the review. Happy New Year to you. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't know when that year would be? Some are never forgotten, no matter how many new years there are.
I love the line about the breeze flinging it all into the universe.
nicely done, Lydi.
a lot of emotion bottled up in this poem that is like aged, fine wine.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a great review. They mean a lot from you, Jacob. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

i like the silk scarf ... so smooth things slip off it into the wind easily .. i'm just sitting here meditating on that a bit ... so much health in letting go ... trick is not to pick it up again ... i feel the melancholy ... over the road enough to think clearly but not quite ready otherwise ... kind of a good place to be in a way .. the storm having past .. hmmmmmmmmmm still contemplating your inspiring poem
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

So glad I made you think, E. I always appreciate your reviews. Thanks so much. Lydi***

[willweb]

Not sure but it sounds to me like "That" year may never arrive. I could feel this Lydi and as well find it hard to believe that another year is almost gone. It seemed like this one just started.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, as we get older, the years seem to fly by. Thanks so much for your review, Will. Lydi***

[Sami Khalil]

Sad, reminiscing poem with touching imagery. Holidays heighten our memories of gain and loss specifically.
May your memories keep you warm and happy into the New Year.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Sami. Wishing you a very happy and healthy 2023! Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

To you the same. Thank you. You are welcome Lydi in Fl.